Numbers Songtext
von Patrick Davis

I′m doing seventy-two in a sixty-five
On I-24 in a four wheel drive
Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue
And there′s a thirty percent chance of rain all week
And the high today is gonna be eighty-three
They're playing Highway 101 on 102.5
An eighteen wheeler by my side

Numbers all around
Flying by, up and down
Some as slow as Christmas coming
Some like the speed of sound
And we all wonder what they mean
The highs, the lows, the in-betweens
Well, most of them mean absolutely nothing
But some of them mean everything


I met her at nine fifteen on my buddy's back porch
Shooting bottle rockets on July Fourth
We were both nineteen and she was a perfect ten
Yes, and three years later ′neath a million stars
In my F-150 on her granddad′s farm
I slipped a half carat diamond on the third finger
Of her left hand
Asked to be her one and only man

Numbers all around
Flying by, up and down
Some as slow as Christmas coming
Some like the speed of sound
And we all wonder what they mean
The highs, the lows, the in-betweens
Well, most of them mean absolutely nothing
But some of them mean everything

Well, John 3:16, the Fab Four
The fifty-yard line, the thirteenth floor
9/11, The Dirty Dozen
And we're all waiting on the Second Coming


Numbers all around
Flying by, up and down
Some as slow as Christmas coming
Some like the speed of sound
And we all wonder what they mean
The highs, the lows, the in-betweens
Well, most of them mean absolutely nothing
Yes, most of them mean absolutely nothing
But some of them mean everything
Numbers

I′m doing seventy-two in a sixty-five
On I-24 in a four wheel drive
Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue